#I don’t mean that as in ‘yea woo let’s party and get fucked up’ like no lol

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I like to think that if my tumblr pals came to my house, they’d have a good time

#random post #I don’t mean that as in ‘yea woo let’s party and get fucked up’ like no lol #I just mean. our house is a place where people get along #there’s no expectations here. wanna sit and talk? we can hang out and talk about whatever #wanna play a game? chances are a few other people do to #need to get away for a bit and maybe take a nap? we’ve got plenty of beds take your pick. we’ll make sure no one bothers you #hungry or thirsty? help yourself don’t be shy. we can always get more #like we had ppl over on Saturday and it was so FUN like ppl would talk all together and then different conversations would split off of that #we would go outside then back in. we had food and some ppl had alcohol #we were laughing SO hard about funny shit (like discovering that my sisters bf worked on the gas meter at grandpas but didn’t SAY ANYTHING #ABOUT IT LMFAO) my cousin brought his gf to meet everyone and she just fit in perfectly and so obviously had an obsession for animals #her and my sister were like sudden bffs it was hilarious. my brother and younger cousin ate at 2:40 and slept upstairs till 6:00 #and all we did was turn of the light and put on a fan for em lol. crack up at how comfortable they were #me and my lil sister were walking up and down the driveway talking and looking at the stars. the nap duo were pointing out constellations #when most everyone left it was my household and my sister and her bf. she played uno flip and incoherent with me (usually no one does lol) #and we laughed very hard at all of the adult cards. one of the hints she gave for sidechicks was ‘sad used to have a lot of these’ and #I immediately got it. it was fun. we blasted music from the 2000’s and ate bread #I slept for 11 hours that night lmao and I was tired the next day but I wouldn’t have changed it. I like them lots #it’s days like that that make me think I’m more extroverted than introverted. just because I don’t always know what to say doesn’t mean #I don’t like to talk yn? anyways I’m writing a novel in the tags but I don’t care <3 I just love us and I wish #other people were able to have love and fun times often #I hope this doesn’t sound like me bragging about my home life. trust me I know it’s not some shining light in the darkness or whatever #but it’s something. and I don’t mind sharing my love with other people

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Heartbroken Wingwoman

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric. 

Angst. Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) [Or maybe more, if anyone is interested for a part 2]

WC:1383

a/n: We weren’t given names of Cedric’s friends so let’s pretend that one of them is called Lucas okay? Good!

I wanted to get all the angst fics out of the way before I post fluff pieces for the holidays.

Plus it is my first Cedric fic so feedback is really appreciated.

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Seeing him pursue another girl hurt.

Let alone helping him pursue said girl.

That’s right you are helping your best friend ask out one of the most popular girls in Hogwarts, Cho Chang.

You didn’t want to be in this situation. (Who in their right mind would?) But if it means spending more time with him, you would again and again.

Cause who would fall for their childhood best friend who already have pictures and memories of each other in their diapers. (Oh right you would!) Sure, this situation you got yourself isn’t ideal. You had seriously thought it was you Cedric was referring to, but alas it was not.

At least in this way, when coming up with romantic ideas to woo Cho, you would pretend that he was doing them to you.

You were once again silently scolding yourself for going through this agreement. Sighing, you leaned back against the tree truck, pleading for the voice inside your head to shut up.

Peace and quiet only lasted for a moment. A thump had cut through your relaxation and the next think you knew, a weight could be felt in your lap.

Opening your eyes, ready to unleash your irritation on whoever disturbed you. ‘WHO THE FUCK DARES-‘ Oh boy, here we go again. The very problem you were trying to forget was now laying  face up, directing his brilliant award-winning smile at you- everything seem to melt away, you could spend forever just having him stare back at you lovingly and that wouldn’t be even enough. Stupid Cedric Diggory and his ability to make you forget about everything.

Cedric was saying something, but whatever that may be, sounds like cotton. If was as if the rest of the world is in a distorted underwater chamber when you were gazing into his eyes ‘shesaidyes,y/n! Cho-‘

And just like that with one word, the spell is broken. You were cut off your dreamlike state, sent back into the painful reality.

‘hmmm? Sorry what?’

‘I said.’ Cedric rolled his eyes. But even your inattentiveness, did not put him off his cheery mood. In fact, Cedric was more than happy to say the words out loud again. ‘Cho said yes!! She’s gonna be my date to the Yule ball!’

‘That’s… great ced…. really great..’ You tried to mask your pain. Unfortunately, the deliver was no great and you’ve only manged to pull yourself together to give a crooked smile.

‘Wait there’s more!! We’re officially together!’ Fortunately, Cedric was too busy being head over heels for Cho, had failed to notice your odd reactions.

‘Seriously y/n you’re a life saver!’ Cedric kissed your cheek. ‘With all this love advice, I can’t believe how in the whole are you still single?!’ He was baffled by this conundrum. ‘You sure you don’t fancy anyone?’

‘Oh believe me he doesn’t see me that way.’

‘Well his lost then, to not see such a wonderful beautiful woman.’

How this boy ruins you, without realising that his efforts to cheer you up is bringing up down.

‘Oh and by the way, how you got someone to take you to the dance?’

‘No why?’ You run your fingers through the grass, praying that he would get the hint that a date to the yule ball is the last thing on your mind.

‘Perhaps I could set you up with someone, you know as to pay you back for all you’ve down for me.’ Cedric adjusted his seating so that now you were shoulder to shoulder. ‘I bet by now you’re tired to be pretending to be interested in me just so I could practice asking Cho out! Oh I know I’ll ask Lu—'

Immediately your hand covers his mouth. ‘NO!!! No!!! I would rather go alone or with a group of friends

Taking your hand away he asks ‘What why? Why what’s wrong with Lucas?’

You sighed. ‘He’s a really sweet guy Ced, but he’s just not my type—A FACT I told me like a billion times already, yet he still tries.’ Poking at his shoulder to further drive the point home.

Arms up in surrender, Cedric concedes. ‘This guy you like, must really got your heart then does he?’

‘Yeahh..’ Gosh how this by be the kindest and caring human being ever yet fails to see that he is hurting his best friend. ‘Anyway, I have to go…I’m gonna be late for Divination!’ Gathering your things, you ran as fast as you can before tears fall from your face.

Leaving behind a boy not only an oblivious state but also in a confused one mumbling to himself. ‘But you don’t take Divination.’

In your haste to escape what would have been embarrassing scene with Cedric, you hadn’t released that you were headed towards some in maximum velocity.

Coincidentally, that said person also had their mind elsewhere and hadn’t been looking at where they were going.

Resulting in both of you to fall over.

‘Owww!’ You clutch your forehead, already feeling a bump forming. Though as you left go, you were surprised to see your palm bloody. ‘fuc--’

‘OH MY GOSH Y/N!!!’ The string of swear words about to leave your mouth was cut off by the one and only Harry Potter. ‘I AM SO SORRY!!!! HERE LET ME FIX IT…’

Dropping his broom aside, he directed his wand at you. ‘Episkey’ You could feel the healing spell doing its work, the warm sensation no doubt be the cut on your head closing.

‘There you go! Good as new!’ Harry exclaimed, wiping away the blood off your forehead. He noticed your tear stains, but he thought that it was caused by the collision and bit by having your heartbroken. Nevertheless, he tried to lighten the mood by joking. ‘No need to worry about a scar.’

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Did this boy really make a reference to himself?

Harry held out his hand to pull you up. ‘Thanks... for the patch up, though it is your fault. You did hit me with your broom.’

‘Yeah sorry about that….again.’

‘Why do you even have your broom with you? Isn’t Quidditch cancelled this year because of the Triwizard Tournament?’

‘well yea, but I thought I take it out for a ride to clear my head.’ He replied truthfully.

‘The tasks getting you in a snag then?’ You gotta hand it to him to still be working on figuring out what the second task is even Cedric had stopped. Everyone’s focused on the topic of dates or so you thought.

‘Dates actually.’

‘Dates?’

‘Yea… Don’t make fun of me but I haven’t gotten a date yet. Well you see I did went and asked Cho but turns out she’s going with-‘

‘Cedric.’

‘-Cedric yea.. How’d you know?’

Seeing that he had confessed about being rejected by Cho, you thought it was only fair to tell him your truth too.

‘I kinda was hoping he’d asked me really, but what ended up happening was me helping him ask her out.’

‘wow…..that’s gotta hurt y/n…..sorry!! That was insentive.’

‘Nah it’s fine, I’m getting used to rejection anyway.’

As you rounded the corner, out of his sight. Harry had came up with a brilliant idea.

‘Y/n! Y/n wait up!’

When he reached you, he through caution in the wind- what more can he lose? This close to the yule ball, almost everyone is paired up. Harry would rather go with someone he knew and was comfortable with, then some stranger just to satisfy the requirement of each champion needing a date.

‘I just had an idea, you don’t have to agree but since every champion requires a date.’

Your brows arch at the statement.

‘yes I know, it’s compulsory. I swear.  But I just thought being that both the people we wanted to go with are each other’s dates, I was wondering that maybe…why don’t we go together…. To the yule ball…Be each other’s dates to the yule ball?’

‘hmmmmm.’ You weighed out his proposition. ‘yea..yea! Why should we let a good party go to waste just because of them?!?’

‘Brilliant!’ Harry was smiling, Proud that for once in the past 3 weeks, he didn’t choke while asking a girl out. ‘I’ll pick you up at 7pm outside the y/h/h common room.’

~

 If the reception for this is well, I might do a part 2. tbh currenty I have 3 possibe endings, but still can’t choose wish. so comment which you’d like to see!

Can be with multiple ending.

1.       You/cedric, Cho/harry

2.       You/harry, Cho/cedric

3.       Cho/cedric. More Angst, remains platonic, you/harry both heartbroken.

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#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagine #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #cho chang #fandomscombine writes #cedric diggory angst #cedric diggory imagines

[rosyrosethings]

Harry proposes to Girlfriend who isn’t Y/n

Part 2 here’s part 1

Harry stood there dumbfounded. Meanwhile Y/n felt like her dreams were crushed. Kendall stood there confused. She didn’t understand what was going on between them two.

“I’m sorry, maybe i shouldn’t have said anything in front of Y/n. I just thought you told her.” Kendall said, looking over at Harry and Y/n.

“Ohh he did tell me Kendall, he’s just shocked that you’re back. He was so heartbroken last night. He’s so happy to see you. Isn’t that right Harry?” Y/n interjected. Harry looked over at her and back at Kendall. Harry smiled at Kendall.

“I’m so happy you’re back. I thought you left me forever.” He said as he pulled her into a hug rubbing her back. Harry was honestly happy she was back. He was still in love with her. But after last night with Y/n. He can’t stop thinking about it and the way her and her body against his. But the words that’s came out of his mouth broker her heart. Even thought she pushed them together. She doesn’t have a chance with Harry she thought. If anyone deserves him it’s Kendall. Y/n started to walk away Harry grabbed her arm. Still holding Kendall in his arm.

“Where are you going?” He mouthed,

“Anywhere but here.” She mouthed back. Pulling her arm away from Harry’s.

“Okay.. well I’m gonna leave. I have studying to do.”

“Wait. You’re gonna come out tonight to celebrate with us?” Kendall said, turning around from the hug.

“Umm i don’t know.. I’m not in a partying mood..” y/n said, “aww c’mon, please come it’s this guy I want you meet.” Kendall pleated. Y/n sighed. Why did her and Kendall have to get along so well.

“Fine Kendall. I’d come.” She squealed in response. Harry looked over at Y/n as grabbed her bag. He felt horrible. He didn’t know what to do. The love of his life was right in front him but yet he wasn’t happy.

//

Y/n arrived to Harry’s home later that day. Noticing it was already full of people. She didn’t wanna be here. She’s in love with someone who’s getting married now. As she walked into the home Kendall immediately greeted her. Walking over to her.

“Y/n!!! I’ve been waiting on you forever. I have two surprises for youu.” She said taking Y/n by the arm pulling through the group of people.

“Hmm what do you have for me Kendall? Is it a guy?” Y/n mumbled, y/n hated when she tried to hook her with people. Y/n has been single since she was young. She never really had a boyfriend. So ever since her and Kendall became friends. Kendall been trying to hook her up with guys ever since. Y/n didn’t get hopes up. It would never last.

“Y/n this is Keith, Keith this is Y/n.” Kendall said, as she slightly pushed Y/n forward slightly but Y/n recognized him. He was the guy from the bar when she was crying.

“Nice to see you again, finally get to know your name this time.” He said with a smirk, Y/n broke into a smile. “im sorry if i didn’t introduce myself last time.”

“You guys know each other?” Kendall asked a bit confused.

“Yea we ran into each other at Bar the other day.” Keith replied,

“Well that’s good to hear. This is Y/n shes my best friend and she’s amazing at everything and Keith is amazing photographer everyone wants him to take their pictures.” She said ending thing with her award winning smile. “Well I’m gonna leave you two alone.” She said walking off to the crowd of people. She turned around to y/n and mouthed “he’s cute.” Behind him as she walked away

“So Y/n, how did it go with the guy?” He asked, she didn’t say anything.

“Ehh not too god. We got drunk and did stuff.”

“Stuff?” He said with a smirk. “What’s stuff?”

“Doesn’t matter because he’s engaged.”

“What I thought-.”

“Well things happen.” She said, with a sigh. Y/n looked over at the karaoke machine. Kendall really knew how to throw a party. Her and Harry’s family were here.

“Can i get everyone attention please?”y/n looked up to see Harry and Kendall hand and hand with the microphone in Kendall’s other hand.

“We invited you all here to tell you the news. That we are engaged!” Kendall cheered Which caused the crowd to cheer. Y/n let out a small woo. Keith leaned over to Y/n

“He’s the guy I’m assuming.”

“How’d you know?”

“You don’t seem too excited.”

“You can’t tell Kendall.”

“I won’t on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You go on a date with me.” He said, she smirked and rolled her eyes. “Okay fine deal.” He smiled, “okay I’m gonna get ya a drink.” He replied walking off. Leaving Y/n in the corner of the room waiting on him. Harry On the other hand was looking for Y/n all night. He finally found her in the corner of the room alone.

“Y/n.” He said approaching her. She was shocked to see him. Even though she was at his home. She didn’t wanna see him.

“We need to talk.” He whispered in her ear. She shrugged her shoulders. Harry hated when she’s avoided conversation.

“Y/n please talk to me.” He said looking at her in the eye. She sighed. “Harry we have nothing to say. It was a mistake.”

“But I didn’t think it was a mistake. How about tomorrow? We can talk.”

“Harry, please you’re getting married. It obviously was a mistake to you.”

“I’m just trying to figure things out. But you can’t avoid me forever. So please talk to me? I’d call you tonight?”

“Fine.”

//

“Hello?” Y/n mumbled being woke out her sleep by her phone ringing.

“Hello love, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Harry it’s 2am.. shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I told you I would call you. I had to talk to you.” He said, as he locked the bathroom door. “Y/n i can’t stop thinking about you. You’re body. After that night. It opened my eyes.”

“Opened your eyes to what? To what Harry?”

“To you. And tonight when i saw you with that guy.. i couldn’t take it and seeing in that dress.”

“Jealous much?” She asked, hr chuckled. “Maybe a bit too jealous and after seeing you in that dress. I was just.” He let a moan. His went over the tent building in his pants.

“are you thinking about me?”she said, lowly her hands finding her way between her legs

“Yes.”

“Are you thinking about me naked daddy?” She asked, she said as her fingers moved in circles on her clit. Her voice was getting Harry harder and harder. He slipped his hands in his joggers. His hands moving up and down his shaft. “Fuck yes.” Y/n knew they had to talk. But she diverted the conversation to phone sex. She knew he was horny and jealous. All night he kept his eyes on her body. It was driving him crazy he couldn’t fuck her.

“are you gonna cum for me baby?” She asked, through the phone, Harry didn’t know how good it felt for her to call him baby. But Harry had to focus. She was trying to change the conversation. He took his hand off of himself. “Y/n I need you.. to talk to me. Stop trying to change the conversation.” He said, y/n but her bottom lip and let out sigh.

“Fine Harry, what do you want me To say? That I’m in love with you? You’re getting married Harry, you love her and I was just a good fuck. You never showed interest in me before i had sex with you. .” She said as she sat up.

“I didn’t think you would like me. But after that night it’s like you opened my eyes. I want you Y/n all of you. You’ve been there from the start and I just.. just don’t know what to do.” Harry said, there was a knock on the dooor. Y/n heard it through the phone.

“Harry i have to piss! Hurry up.” Kendall yelled.

“Your fiancé is calling you.” Y/n said as she hung up the call. Harry didn’t hear anything but the dial tone.

@sushiabby @havethetimeeofyourlifee @kingyerim

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut

[hvlly-blog]

- ̗̀ ❛ muse 22 , kim chungha , she / her . ❜ ̖́- did you hear about the monaco trip ? it’s legendary at ucla. holland “holly” min is going, i’m so jealous. their instagram makes it seem like they’re pretty vivacious and they’re all about an empty locket around a delicate neck  &  strawberry flavored lip gloss. can you believe they’re only twenty-one and they’re going on a free trip to monaco for the summer ? hopefully they don’t let their quixotic side show too much on the trip. 

hello… im xan ( she / her pronouns ) im 21 and its been...200 years since i’ve made an intro post or rped so JSDBJW go easy on me ! fun fact half my keyboard is broken…..so if i take 10 yrs to reply sometimes just kno….a bitch is trying her best ok... literally just winging all of this as i type if u thought i had a plan think again JSDBWB *jungkook vc* lets get it....

pause . before we get it JDBWJDJ we can plot here over ims if discord isnt ur scene !! BUT i am....way more likely to respond to discord messages bc its easier !! so u can find me on there @  A GIRL WITH LUV 💖✨🌙#8172 

idk what is triggering for any of u so if mentions of AGE GAPS, DRUG ABUSE, CAR ACCIDENTS, or SEX ADDICTIONS is sensitive stuff pls proceed with caution !!!

BACKSTORY: so . this is holland but she thinks her name is UGLY so she goes by holly 

she was born and raised in los angeles and her parents both own / run a luxury chain of rehab centers for ppl with $$$ ( u already know i want a plot involving this xx ) they are new money ! so holly really does not understand ... the spoiled lifestyle since her parents raised her pretty conciously on stories abt how they struggled as immigrants coming to a new country & making it & all that jazz

as a kid her parents would host / try to charm a lot of potential donors or clients so they’d make holly “entertain” them like as a kid she’d just be cute or maybe sing a song from chorus or just be impressively well-behaved but the older she got...the more her mom would demand from her /:

as all this was going on her parents started to have issues so instead of working it out.... holly’s dad just started traveling a whole lot to other states & countries where they had a business so growing up he wasn’t really in the picture . rip !

back to holly ! so her mom had a few close business partners and “friends” that where around holly’s family pretty much all the time and there was this one guy who was relatively younger than most of the men but still significantly older than 14 year old holly who had a huge crush. basically this man tried to take advantage of that bc hes UGLY .

one day holly’s mom caught this dude alone with holly and being way too friendly for comfort and instead of flipping on the dude she flipped on holly and was like we could lose our business and i think it’s all ur fault for causing drama” and holly was literally like What the Fuck !!! her mom cut off all ties with the dude but she still made holly feel like it was her own fault woo !!

more stuff her mom did ? yea ! one night when she was 17 she was out with this guy who had celebrity parents just eating at a nice place and drinking after and as he was driving her home, they get into a big car accident. turns out that the guy she had gone to dinner with had a coke addiction & was literally high the whole time & the only reason holly’s mom had set them up was so he’d check into their rehab center bc his famous parents were considering it but she never told holly any of that so holly was PISSED but relatively unharmed from the accident besides some bruising

basically by the time college came a bitch was ready she moved out, trying to have a fresh start away from her home life ! but college was also messy basically over the years holly developed a big dependency issue where she literally...craves attention and intimacy sososo bad bc she never got it from her family so ! she looks for it in other ppl like she needs to feel that validation so bad & she does that with really unhealthy sexual habits low key bordering addiction ! 

oh also ? since her family was never the family vacation type JSBDWJBDJ she’s never left california before so a bitch is VERY excited and if u try to make her feel bad for it . she will tell u to fuck off and let her have this !

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS: honestly one of the most sociable ppl u will ever meet she was literally raised to entertain and please so its super easy for her to make friends !! literally one of those ppl that just.....know everyone and ur like how the fuck !!! an avid social media user...are u even friends if u dont have a snap streak ? not to holly JSBDJWBDJ definitely her guilty pleasure aside from u know...sex ! 

speaking of sex she really.....ho(e)lly gets around ... 100% a chaotic bi but her trust for men is abt at a solid 0 ! she will still desperately seek validation from them though so thats fun ! she can be a gossip bc shes a gemini ... but she never does it on purpose she just ... tells funny stories & realizes half way through she was talking abt a friend’s tinder date horror story ... oops ... share secrets cautiously ! 

for someone who makes friends like its nothing shes pretty hesitant to share any real info abt herself bc she fears being rejected and abandoned ( not just romantically ) more than anything else like shes one of those ppl who ur like “oh yeah i know her!” but if someone asks u to tell them one important thing abt her ur not gonna know wtf to say

also she’s usually very amiable but if ur just .... a horrible person .. shes gonna be honest about it SDBSJWB shes got some strong opinions ! but also very unrealistic expectations in others so a lot of the time shes just ... disappointing herself for hyping u up inside her own head

she was an english major ! bc i love to self insert <3 JSDBJWBJ but she low key wishes she did something with film bc she loves editing videos & making videos abt her friends so if ur her pal ... u 100% have abt 50 videos ur a star in ! she tried to learned to speak french 100% for the aesthetic of it but only remembers like 5 words….she used to play the fucking ukulele but stopped bc her mom was like holly grow UP JSBDSJBJW shes scared of the dark /: like legit scared if she is sleeping alone a light has to stay on....and yea i dont know what else this is long enough JSDBJSWBJW IM SORRY

im out of ... juice UHHH but some basic ideas for plots are stuff to do with her family ( family friends, maybe ur muse or their family is somehow involved with her parent’s rehab center, or ur muse or their family could have been one of those business partners...whew we have possibilities !!! ), shes an only child so i would die for sibling type friendships, hmm also fwbs or just hook up connections bc those can get uhh Dramatic since she is so dependent on sex, also would die for like confidants bc thats rare for holly like sharing her deep feelings or whatever ... enemy plots are sexy but im gonna be real honest here . i suck at purely hateful connections so if u want a mean plot we gotta have depth ! JSXBDSJDB um romatic stuff too also more platonic stuff like best friends or party buddies thats literally enough i’ve been typing for HOURS . plot with me .. or Perish xx

#monaco:intro #░▓╳┊: 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒐𝒄 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕....𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 ── OOC ! #this is . so long JSDBJBJ if u dont wanna read this ? i dont blame u neither do i #not to sound like the duolingo owl but if u dont plot with me i WILL eat some poison bread and die . so /: #this is late ? on brand for me haha !

[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

Criminal Minds-The Good Ol Days

Chapter 7-The Party Just Begun

 Tagging: @marvelfanlife​, @itsmeedee​, @cynbx​, @jaqren​, @gabriellewritermua​, @princesswagger15​, @screaminginbi​, @tleighstone12​, @cosmicmelaninflower

(If anyone else wants to be tagged, just let me know)

Special thanks to @princesswagger15​ for helping me out on this chapter. Enjoy

    As the team walked in to Meadow's party house one by one, they see almost everyone from around campus there. They were all visibly uncomfortable, seeing other students grinding on each other. Not even to the beat of the blasting music, but just fucking around, just looking for their one night stands. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming. They all just stood there in the entrance, they weren't ready to just walk off without each other just yet. All of them were looking around, getting familiar with the blasting music that was seemingly coming from all directions. They had to hand it to Meadows, as annoying as she was, she could throw some badass parties.

Soon, amidst the chaos, they wandered around till they see each other sitting down on some comfortable chairs and a large sofa. Derek, Elle and Tara were pretty intrigued by the party, though there was a sense of mixed feelings for the others. Reid starts to frown as he wondered if he made the right decision to come to the party, while Hotch looked down on his knees, wondering why he even decided to be here in the first place. Nobody else said anything, though Kate looked disgusted by seeing all of her friends at a party just sitting around. They’re at a party and people are supposed to be having fun, so it doesn’t make any sense to why they’re just sitting around and not loosening up for one night. Wanting to break the awkwardness, she decided to be the first to speak.

“So…………”

“Yeeaaahh….” Elle said awkwardly.

She frowns. “Really guys? Really?”

“What?” They all looked at Kate.

She sighs. “Seriously, I thought we all agreed to come here and have a good time! Not sit here like lazy ass bumps on logs.”

“Well, I don’t see you going out there and getting it on at the dancefloor.”

“I’m waiting for you guys!”

“Yea, suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure.”

“You know what you guys, I’m going to go out on that dancefloor and shake my little rump okay? Feel free to join at anytime.”

They all looked at each other and shrugged, much to Kate’s dismay. Kate then grabs Emily’s hand and pulls her up and drags Emily to the dancefloor.

“N-nope nooooooooooooooooooooo Kate, why me?” Emily groaned.

“Because you are the main one who REALLY needs to let loose.”

“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “What about Hotch? Cause it seems like HE should be the one that needs to let loose more than I do.”

“That’s exactly why Haley will be here to drag him out to the dancefloor and get him a few drinks!”

Emily groans once again and stared at Tara, who decided to go get a drink.

“Tara?” She begged.

“Oh hey Em!”

“Help me!” She mouthed.

“Oh okay! Ugghhh……”

Tara then walks over to Emily and Kate, spilling half her drink on the floor on her way over while people were bumping into her.

“Excuse me Kate, but you mind if borrow Em for a second?” She asked, grabbing Emily’s arm.

“Uhhh sure.”

Emily took Tara’s hand and then they started dancing together with the beat of the song.

“Thank you Tara.” Emily said, as she placed her hands on her shoulders.

“Anytime hun.” The two continue to dance as Kate looked on. She then looks at the rest of the gang. “Soooooooooo anyone else?”

Hotch then looks around at the team, only to see everyone else staring at him as he sinks down in his seat.

“Oh nononononono…”

“Come on Hotch, jury’s out.”

“No nonono nope no no no!” He then tries turning over to Matt, hoping that he could maybe try to help him.

“Matt. Come on bro! Help please?!”

“I-I-” “Matt….” Kate stared down at him.

“You know what, I think you need to dance a bit Hotch.”

“Matt!” Hotch glared at him.

“It’s not my fault!”

“Why yo-” Suddenly, they see Marissa walk by as she sees the group sitting down and moping.

“Hi guys! Hey Spencer.”

“Oh uhh hey Marissa!”

“Awww, why the long faces? Don’t you wanna go out there and dance?”

Kate then turns to Marissa. “Well I’ve been standing here for the last 5 minutes trying to get them out on the floor. I was just about to get Hotch up actually.”

“Ohhhhhhhh I see.” Marissa then looks over to Reid and smirked. “So uh Spence, would you like to have a few shots with me?”

“M-m-me? Shots?” Reid asked, pointing at himself.

“That is what i just asked you Reid haha.”

“Oh uh I don’t kno-”

“PLLEEEAAASSSEE REID!?”

“Uhm, oh uh……” He then looked at Derek and Luke and the others, who all nod at him before turning to Marissa, who was still waiting for a response. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, he took a deep breath and nodded. “Oh okay, sure.”

“YAY! Let’s good!” She then pulls Reid’s arm up as they go out to get some drinks and even dance. Just as they leave, one by one, others follow, even Garcia who had just followed Luke after a girl asked him to dance with her. Soon, it was just Matt, Hotch and JJ remaining on the sofa and they watch as a person runs by and hands them cans of beer.

“Uh Hotch? Should we?”

“Well I mean……. What’s one drink gonna hurt?” Hotch says as he takes the beer off the tray.

“I thought you don’t like beer.” Matt said.

“I don’t but that’s the point of parties right? Dance, get drunk, pretend you like beer?”

“You uh got a point.” He shrugged his shoulders. “How about you JJ, you in?”

“Uhhhhhh……. Hell, sure.”

“Good.” The three all raise and tap their cans of beer together. “To having a great time!”

“What can possibly go wrong?” Hotch shouts before the three of them drink from the cans.

Five minutes later………………………….

 Hotch found himself lost in the sounds of loud music echoing throughout the building and the scent of alcohol in the air as he spins. The night went on as the rest of the team watched Hotch and Haley on the dancefloor drunk as shit, dancing with no care in the world. They weren't even dancing to the beat but no one cared. Tara and Emily were taking shots back to back while kissing at the same time. Kate was hooking up with a one night stand she had started talking to earlier that night. Where they were, no one know. While Kate and JJ were just grinding on each other with a few cheers from a few guys. All in all, everyone was fucking hammered and would be on the walk of shame the next morning.

“Woo hoo, BEST…...PARTY…...EVER!” He shouts and everyone all cheered on. This is one night no one is ever gonna regret and the night had only just begun…….

#aaron hotchner #matt simmons #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #penelope garcia #luke alvez #emily prentiss #tara lewis #derek morgan #elle greenaway #kate callahan #ashley seaver #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds au #the good ol days

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One That Got Away - Chapter 2

Steve Rogers x OFC Ariadne Bellamy

Chapter 2: Between the Bars

Universe: Marvel Canon

Rating: M for Mature (Language, Sexual tones eventual)

“Well that was a bust.”

Steve gives a low chuckle as he follows Sam out of the brownstone, the soft rays of the bright sun greeting them.

“You weren’t kidding when you said rent was outlandish on this island. Not like I didn’t believe you but goddamn…that’s like….someone’s paycheck. Like both our paychecks and maybe even Natasha’s for good measure.”

Steve chuckles and nods, stuffing his hands into the thick blue bomber jacket that he hugged tighter to his frame.

“You’re telling me,” he flickers his eyes back up at the brownstone, before taking a look around the neighborhood and sighing. “I’m starting to think that I might have to just be ok with living in the tower for a few months longer.”

“Fucking sucks,” Sam agrees and then nudges him, trying to lighten the situation, “But at least someone else agreed. That cutie with the outburst before storming out. That was pretty bold. And also why she’s the kinda girl I’d probably hang out with in high school….” He pauses a second, before chuckling and shaking his head, “Who am I kidding, she’d be too cool for me in high school. College for sure tho – I think she’d be a great wing woman.”

Steve can tell Sam is just waiting for him to laugh at the small joke he’s inserted into the statement, waiting for some kind of positive response. Normally, Steve would feed it to him. Instead he’s distracted this morning, his mind is working overtime and though he gives Sam a small smile, Sam can already tell that it’s insincere, not reaching his eyes. Steve hates that Sam has the type of silent ability to read him, to pull out the parts of his personality he tries to keep hidden from the rest of the world and turns away instead, allowing the bill of his cap to shield his eyes.

“The price of the brownstone wasn’t what was pushing her over the edge. Though it definitely wasn’t helping her mood.” Steve offers instead and Sam raises a speculative eye,

“She wasn’t?”

“No,” Steve starts to move down the block, away from Sam who is quick to catch up just in time to catch the tail end of the response “She was telling her friend to back off from coming over to say hi to us.”

Sam stops walking mid stride, allowing his brain to process something before he sighs and catches up to Steve’s constant pace.

“You and your damn super soldier hearing. Is there anything that gets past you?” He waits a beat but Steve doesn’t answer.  Instead keeps his lips in the same tight line they had been all morning, barely erupting into a smile and only for the benefit of Sam. “Okay then Cap, then tell me this. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. The minute her and her friend walked in I saw the way you were immediately drawn to her.”

Sam notices the small flinch Steve makes, before the super soldier is snorting and shaking his head. Putting up walls. Guarding himself.  

“What are you talking about Sam?”

“You don’t think I didn’t see the way your eyes flickered over to her throughout that showing? I saw how much you kept glancing over to her. She piqued your curiosity and I don’t think it was just because of how cute she was. You should’ve followed her dude. Asked for her number.”

Steve gives Sam the same smile, sad and uninterested though his mind is drifting somewhere else.   Sure, he could’ve done that. That would have been the easiest thing to do but….it wasn’t in his nature to make the first move. Not when he didn’t know how the outcome would play. His hesitancy was more than his nerve – he also had the new burden of his celebrity. It was hard to connect with anyone, women or no, because the intentions of humans were always unclear and complicated.  

Even though he had been intrigued by you, even though he was curious to get to know you just a bit more, the outcome didn’t weigh out as worth the trouble. So you were a cute girl that he had missed out on connecting. It wasn’t the end of the world.

Many more would come and go throughout his cursed path in life. No point in lingering for this one.

“Steve! Are you listening man?” Sam nudges him again and Steve nods, shaking his head. Despite the fact that sometimes Sam would pry and push him in moments like this, Samuel Wilson had been one of the better things that had happened in Steve’s life in this decade.  While he had a handful of good friends, he could honestly say that Sam was one of his closest by and by. Kept him from going insane, from staying in his head and allowed him to open up.

But most importantly, Sam was one of the very few people that Steve had learned to trust in recent years. Which spoke a lot about the character of the former Army vet.

“Yea Sam I’m listening,” Steve looks over at him, this time humor finally dancing along with the smile he throws his way, “You want breakfast. Why do you think I’ve been steering us away from my bike and toward the direction of food?”

Sam furrows his eyebrows together, getting a bearing on his location before chuckling and nodding.

“Didn’t even realize….damn man,” Sam’s voice is amused as he places a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I should know better than to doubt you – Steve my hero.”

Sam’s voice is dripping with sarcasm and Steve rolls his eyes, laughing as he shrugs his hand off of him.

“You’re ridiculous. But this place has been around since even I was a kid and still makes a mean omelet. And would be the perfect place to hear about how you and Bucky are faring…”

Sam rolls his eyes, grunting as they near the doors of the familiar restaurant. It would be Steve’s strategy to woo him with greasy diner food to understand why Sam couldn’t get along with the other super soldier. Steve knows it, and knows that it would probably result in a quiet breakfast which he was greedy for. He’d only been up for four hours but he already was exhausted by the world, was already over the day to day motions. They walk in, allowing the familiar hearty food to great his nostrils as his eyes survey the place. It seemed like nothing had changed here, was one of the few places he felt he could let go of the breath he was always holding. He’s about to suggest a place to sit when he hears it. A low feminine voice that seems oddly familiar and he turns his head to be accosted, again, by you.

Your eyes look like moss caught in amber as the sun hits them through the glass pane, doe eyed and complemented by curly lashes that are unable to fall into its natural motion of blinking. Your mouth is agape before you turn, your hair that’s pulled back into a bun on top of your head following with you as you fall into the old cushioned seats and though he can’t see it, he hears the way you press your foot against your friends, the way she whimpers an “oww” before she’s kicking you back.

He smiles.

He was used to seeing people reacting like this, women especially. It was flattering really. Though usually women, by this time, were trying to garnish his attention even in the subtlest of ways. You were doing everything in your power to stay hidden, to push yourself away from him. It made him curious to understand why, and though he did want some time to himself he also wanted to combat the boredom that was encroaching in his mind, in his soul. This would at least me amusing, and it was enough to get him to tug on Sam’s jacket, nodding his head over in your direction and saying,

“Let’s head over there.”

He doesn’t wait to see if Sam follows, he know he will and can’t help but smile further as your friend’s eyes grow larger and you fall deeper into the seat.

This would be amusing indeed.

“Hey,” he says lowly when he rounds your seat, and you blink up at him as he continues, “You were at the Open House down the block, right? Told that agent she was out of her mind for the overpriced brownstone?”

You nod and he clears his throat.

“I’m Steve. This is Sam,” he nods over at Sam who is watching Steve with amused ease. “I thought it was pretty awesome what you did back there. You mind if we join you? I’d love to sit and chat with someone who is equally looking to rent on this island. See if they have any tips?”

You just blink up at him, he can hear your heart hammering in your chest before your friend kicks you again and you throw her a look before clearing your throat and nodding.

“Ye..ye….yes. yea. Yes. Sure. If…you want.”

He smiles as he slides into the booth seat beside you, his smile never leaving.

“Perfect.”

Breakfast starts off awkward. You spend a solid ten minutes not saying anything, just sitting there flickering your eyes between him, Sam and your roommate. At one point you laugh at something Sam says, but it’s not enough to pull anything out of you.

It’s a stark contrast to the energy you had an hour earlier and he wonders what about him makes you shut down completely.

You’re roommate on the other hand – Ellie – has flipped roles with you and has become unseeingly chatty. She had been quiet – timid when he had observed the two of you earlier. Now she was filling in the quiet, chatting earnestly with Sam and him as you observed her in silence, smiling occasionally as you sipped on coffee. He figured it was probably a result of the three coffee’s she had been downing, her eyes flickering between you and him as she explains that you both lived in Queens. Correction, that you both had grown up in Queens and had been best friends since you were six, living on the same block and going to the same schools though you had been the one to leave the city for a spell after graduating from NYU to live abroad. He learned that she was a makeup artist for a salon and occasionally socialists throwing parties throughout the city and that you were a sports journalist for ESPN. That though you loved the house that you both rented from her grandmother you were both itching to live closer to the island.

It's only when your food arrives that Sam and Ellie switch the conversation to themselves, giving him space to try to engage with you.

“You don’t rub me as the kind of girl who’s shy.”

He’s precise with the pepper he shakes over his eggs as your eyes widen, then narrow as you look over at him,

“What makes you think you know the kind of girl that I am?”

Your voice is cautious, protective, like he’s done something to offend you. Curious. It’s not jealousy, you seemed genuinely amused by Ellie’s urge to spill out your life story. But there is something else that has you holding back from him.

He proceeds cautiously as he forks into his eggs,

“I don’t know. You seemed pretty bold and outspoken back at the viewing. It’s an odd contrast to how you’re acting now.”

“I didn’t have enough coffee this morning and let’s be real – that real estate agent was pushing too hard with the wrong crowd of people.”

A fair statement but he doesn’t know how else to respond beyond, “that’s fair” before its followed by more silence. He shifts in his seat, his eyes flickering over to you another time as your eyes keep focused on the meal in front of you.  He’s never really striked out before with a girl, not since he became Steve 2.0 and the fact that you weren’t impressed by him both annoys and excites him at once. It rattles him. He also wasn’t used to this confident feeling that was running through his veins, the realization that his modern good looks was something he’s taken for granted, that somehow he’s garnered Bucky’s confident attitude.

It makes him uncomfortable and he shifts again, getting lost in his thoughts as you clear your throat and ask,

“What’s inspired you to look for a new place? That big shiny tower downtown not cutting it for you?”

It takes him a moment to realize that you are directing the question to him, that Sam and Ellie haven’t stopped their cadence in their conversation and that you’ve stopped eating to take the time to look over at him and listen.

He debates giving you a superficial answer, the same one he’s retold too many a real estate agent or stranger, but then he looks into your eyes, those soft orbs that take him off guard and he feels it would be un-dutiful to lie to someone like you.

The fact that you drive this thought through him makes him uneasy,

“I love my team – don’t get me wrong,” another shift in his movement, adjusting his body to look toward you, “buts it’s nice having my own space. And I’m not getting that right now. That and…Sam thinks it would be nice if I could create distance between my work and creating a personal life.”

He says the last part lowly, hoping you don’t catch it though the way your eyes soften at the edges as you return to your food says otherwise before you’re saying,

“You mean Captain America doesn’t want to spend endless hours stressing out? I couldn’t imagine wanting that kind of space…”

He chuckles, taking a hearty bite out of the scrambled eggs he’s scooped up, taking his time chewing, debating his next response before he replies,

“Yea. I like being a calculative ball of anxiety and stress on behalf of our country.”

It’s a lame excuse at humor, it comes off a bit flat and he internally face palms himself at the ridiculousness of the statement. Whether you care or not doesn’t matter, you still laugh underneath your breath as you scoop potatoes into your omelet and nod,

“Why would you be? A country like this?,” Your voice is laced with sarcasm as you look over at him “Where solid values dissipate with convenience and selfishness, morality seems to border on narcissism and the word freedom is an illusion so that rich, white men can keep everyone else in check,” you take a big scoop of eggs looking at him and chewing before saying with your mouth full, “With a world like that and manners like these why wouldn’t you want to save me or anyone else?”

It breaks him. It’s the first time he’s been around anyone who doesn’t try to keep up with his façade of perfection, of purposefully being rude for the sake of breaking proper etiquette. It relieves him – doesn’t realize that he’s needed someone to look beyond the idea of him and be as human with him as he tries to be to them and the relief  causes him to laugh. It’s loud and boisterous, filling up the space in the restaurant and causing a few patrons to look their way. You laugh along with him, having to peel away to take a sip of water and though Ellie and Sam pull away from their conversation to see what has caused the shift between the both of you, they don’t insert themselves into their conversations.

They giving knowing looks to the other, returning back to whatever it was they were speaking about as Steve puts his fork down, wiping his eyes.   

“Didn’t consider you a cynic.”

“I’m not a cynic,” you scoff, taking another sip of your water before continuing, “I’m just aware where I stand in this modern world and couldn’t imagine what it must feel like for you to operate in it. I’m not saying it was peachy keen your time – aside from war your society wasn’t ready to really address things like race and sex and other categories that differentiate one human from another. But I’m sure being here, a society where a lot of the generations haven’t been bridged by the fear of loss and thus able to operate in happy isolation, disconnected from others despite all the opportunities to find collectiveness has to be…I don’t know. Difficile?” he furrows his eyebrows together and you chuckle, “Challenging.”

He watches you for a moment. There’s a pit in his stomach that he normally swallows down, allows himself to wade in when he’s left alone in the privacy of his room and he’s stuck reflecting on this same topic alone. Perhaps it’s the precise way you call out what he has to deny himself on a constant basis, the truth that he must cover up with lies.

It shuts him down, causes him to get lost in his thoughts. You must feel it, the shift in the air and the tension that’s created and you hesitantly place your left hand over his free one, speaking lowly,

“I take what your team does as an example. Here in the streets of Manhattan we had aliens….fucking aliens, fall from the sky and attack us. To try to destroy humanity. And you and your team fought for that – fought for the rest of our rights to live. Right? That should garner some kind of award?”

You’re watching him carefully, giving his hand a squeeze and he gives a slight nod,

“But instead of thanks – of rewards, Tony Stark Industries and so by default The Avengers had nearly a two year long lawsuit because of the amount of physical damage that was done on the city. No one was blaming the goddamn alien beings that came down to hunt them down – oh no that would’ve been too simple. Instead they defaulted on you and your team and I get that to a degree….we can’t sue the aliens who are left over for collateral damage technically. But now you’re all under a microscope for trying to save our lives. The modern man sues The Avengers for destroying his store though the damage was the result of saving the man’s life. Against, one more time because I still wake up some days and can’t believe – A GODDAMN ALIEN SPECIES!? My world has allowed the message of fiscal values to run their lives so when people do try to fight for the good it gets jaded in the narrative. I think that has to be…well beyond annoying but more importantly must play an interesting burden on you.”

There’s silence that lingers between the both of you. You’re not looking at him with pity in your eyes, not giving him that fake pained look of understanding. There’s truth behind your irises, an empathy that causes him to swallow thickly, to cast his eyes away from your own and down to your hands that are together. You pull away, suddenly aware of the intimate motion and lean against the window, away from him as you clear your throat.

“If I overstepped my boundaries, feel free to tell me. God knows I have a tendency to say too much and I’m not trying to psychoanalyze y-“

“You’re not overstepping,” he cuts you off frowning. “It’s just the first time I’ve heard someone who’s not a part of my world articulate it to me. I’m just trying to process this.”

You nod, grabbing your coffee taking the sip as you watch him. Your patient as he tries to find his words, tries to find a way to deflect the things that make him feel stripped, naked.

“So you’re saying the man who’s had his whole livelihood ruined because I’ve thrown an eight foot alien through his kitchen shouldn’t be mad?” he picks up his orange juice, taking a sip. Curious to understand your intention.  

“No,” you respond, crossing your legs in front of you as you sit up a bit. You’re wearing black leggings and a low dip t-shirt underneath your jean jacket and he tries to not allow his eyes to focus on the way your cleavage ripples from your breath. You really were a beautiful woman.

“He should be upset, that’s not illogical,” You look up, your eyes shifting back and forth as you try to debate your next words, “But there is, to a degree, some need to have appreciation – to tap into your humanity. The alien was going to come in and damage the man’s shit whether he likes it or not. You went the extra step of not only saving his life, but allowing him a future to rebuild his store. It’s not to say that you aren’t just in the heavy way you lay the hands of justice because you and your crew are savage…” you watch him carefully before continuing. “But that is the material. Not to be undermined of his livelihood and also the knowledge that your group so willingly contributed to reconstruction. The thing is, we use you when it’s convenient for us and scold you very similarly. You all have become the gods of Olympus and that power almost naturally creates fear for those who don’t understand that not all use it for evil. That’s all.”

“So it's fine because we are willing to fix things up? Everything doesn’t fall into place like that.”

“I know that.” You take a sip out of the porcelain container, frowning.

“Its fair that people get upset with us. Sometimes the damage we cause is far greater than what it would have been. Anger is a natural response.”

“I know that too,” you counter, leaning into him. “I never said that people’s anger isn’t displaced, it should live there. But on the long term, people shouldn’t harbor resentment towards you and you shouldn’t harbor the weight of guilt for trying to do what’s best for them.”

You’re giving him those eyes again, the soft kind that makes him want to be encircled in your arms, wrapped in your presence. He didn’t like how quick you are, witty, so he buffers it away by giving a wry smile,  

“This is as personal to you as it is to me. Seems to me that this is stemming from something deeper.”  

You take a deep breath, a smile emerging on your face as you return to your plate, taking a bite.

“Someone you know?”

“Yea,” Ellie mutters underneath her breath, inserting herself into the conversation for the first time since they’ve started to eat. “Her father.”

“Ellie!” you counter back and she shrugs,

“What!? He deserves to know how much you defend him and where this is coming from.”

You sigh, shifting out of your comfortable stance and returning to your meal. He can see the walls go up, can feel the way you stiffen. He wonders if this is what it’s like for Sam when Steve’s pushed and not ready for it.

He respected that. It made him want to get to know you more. It showed that you valued your vulnerability, was mindful with where you placed your trust.

Wasn’t going to budge it for him despite knowing who he was.

He hadn’t experienced anything like that with a woman since...

“Anyways,” you say, cutting his thoughts and pushing your plate away from you after a few minutes and looking over at Ellie, “I have a really big piece to finish editing as the deadline is tonight and I’ve not even glanced at it since I looked at it yesterday. And Ellie has…..a thing.”

Ellie scrunches her face as you grab your purse.

“I don’t have a – “

You raise your hand as you turn toward Steve, giving him a rueful smile,

“I hate to eat and run just a lot to do. But this was really nice. Not everyday you get to have breakfast with Captain America and the Falcon….”

You were good. Understood the art of slithering away from things that challenged you and made you uncomfortable. He knew this pattern, lived it every day since he awakened from ice. He choose to fight – seemed your art was flight.

It disappoints him, though, that he’s the trigger that causes you to default to this. He wanted to get to know you, to understand you.  He likes how upfront you are, how careful you are with your words, the depth you bring.

But he also understood being forced into something without any voice and he didn’t want to be like that for you.

So he does the next best thing,

“We enjoyed it too. It was nice getting to know you. Let me grab breakfast – the least I can do for interrupting your morning.”

You stop your movements for just a second, before your shaking your head incessantly.

“You don’t have to…”

He smiles, moving out of the booth as he looks down at you,

“Please. It would be an honor.”

Your lips twitch up earnestly, two dimples digging into each of your cheeks before you chuckle and nod your head,

“Ok.”

He wants to ask for more, your number, a chance to meet up for coffee. Except when you stand up beside him, chest for chest as you look up at him, he knows he shouldn’t. You had been courteous to let him bully his way into your morning breakfast and he should respect that now you needed your freedom.

“Good luck on your article.” He offers instead and you smile, nodding.  

“Good luck with….saving the world.”

You both stare at each other. He wants to leave but there’s something pulling him to you, urges him to want to brush the hair from your eyes and press his lips against your own. He doesn’t like it. He’d only known you in an hour and already he felt all logic thrown out the window. You threatened vulnerability.

He couldn’t afford it.

And you deserved better.   

“Nice meeting you Sam. It was great hearing all of your stories.”

Ellie’s voice breaks you both and you shift your bag over your shoulder, leaning away from him as you smile over at Sam.

“Great to meet you Sam. You both have a great one….and thanks again for breakfast!”

You all but pull Ellie away from the both of them as she waves candidly, smiling and giving a confused look from yourself back to Steve.

“Smooth Steve, real smooth.”

Sam's voice breaks Steve’s attention away from your disappearing form and Steve turns to him, hands stuffed back in his pocket.

“What?”

“Didn’t ask for her number?” Sam raises an unexpected eye and Steve shrugs, sitting back down in his seat.

“Didn’t think she wanted me to ask.”

Sam snorts, shaking his head.

“Steve, considering how brilliant you are – you know jack shit when it comes to women.”

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[festiveboydanielhowells]

figuring things out (chapter 3)

Summary: Prince Daniel of Eithoia has been seeing Lord Philip in private for years, despite his marriage to Princess Isabella. Up until now, it was never an issue for the three to be together. No one anticipated for the Princess to have an urgent announcement, and now anticipated that it would impact Dan and Phil and their countries as much as it did.

Warnings: pregnancy, implied/referenced smut, mentions of violence, swearing, vomiting,

Tags: fluff, eventual smut, royalty AU, polyamory, pregnancy

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Eleventh of January Junestown, Intora

“Look,” Isabella points out of the window at a large cathedral-shaped building. “Have you ever seen something so beautiful?” He looks at her with a look of adoration, “The woman I married is a billion times more beautiful.” There’s a beat of her blushing, and then she smacks his arm with a resonating ‘slap!’ and Dan has to pretend that it didn’t hurt as much as it really did. “Dumb motherfucker. I hate you,” She says, and her tone’s spiteful but Dan knows that she means otherwise. He’s learned that her saying “I hate you” really means that she loves him (usually). “I love you too,” Dan leans his head down to rest on her shoulder as more buildings pass by through the window. “It is beautiful, though. Junestown is breathtaking. If we didn’t have to live in Kings I would’ve moved here decades ago.” “What a scandal!” Izzy feigns shock, “The Moody King prefers the capital of Intora over his own city.” She gives him a look before turning her attention towards the window again. “I think the medicine is wearing off, when can I take another one?” Dan checks his phone’s clock. “In about an hour. You should be able to take another pill before the ball starts, if all goes according to plan.” Should there be traffic, of course there will be, or any other delay, they’ll need to adjust the medicine schedule a bit. Dan isn’t sure whether Isabella would rather suffer in the car or at the end of the ball. Doctor Yuu had warned against overusing medications in case Izzy suffered from an ulcer. Dan assumes that an ulcer while pregnant would probably certify it as a bad pregnancy, so he’s done all in his power to keep his wife away from downing too many pain-killers. Isabella puts her forehead against the window and takes a breath. “You don’t seem too upbeat.” He nudges his head into the crook of her neck and she threads her fingers through his hair in a steadying motion, “Yea, just sort of anxious.” He mumbles softly against her shoulder. “Wish we could go home, don’t really want to talk to so many people.” She nods in understanding even though he has his head down. “I know. We’re going to eventually have to break the news,” She tells him. “You know, we could tell everyone here.” She points out. “It’s your choice, love.” He reminds her. “I’m not the pregnant one.” “Your mood says otherwise.” She pokes his nose playfully, causing him to recoil and bump his head against the back of the seat. Isabella laughs and puts a hand behind his head, “Oh, dear, are you okay? I heard a ‘thump’ from that, it couldn’t’ve felt good.” She pushes his hair around before deeming him healthy again, “Well, you look relatively put together. As much as you normally do, at least.” “Thank you, Doctor Howell,” He pecks her cheek. “Oh? Is this some sort of roleplay you’re into?” She jokes, “Your wife being your doctor?” She lowers her voice by an octave in an attempt to be sexy, but it just causes Dan to laugh and lean his head into the space between their seats and the driver’s seat. “What are you going to do?” He says through laughter, “Oh, Doctor Howell?” She moves her fingers in a “come closer” motion and he obliges. “Need a prostate exam?” She whispers giggling. “Oh my God,” He catches his breath, “I want a divorce.” “But then you’ll have to pay child support!” She tells him, and he waves his hand. “So? I’m the Prince, I’ll just make child support illegal.” He points out, and she rolls her eyes at him. “You’re going to get impeached.” “Good, then I’ll be able to spend more time with my wife and boyfriend.” “No, because I’ll have divorced you by then, so you’ll only spend time with Phil.” She points out. She takes a breath again, this time shakier than before. “You okay?” He asks, moving his head from her shoulder. “Erm, yea, just a little uncomfortable. Not in too much pain.” “Okay, love.” He says, but he knows that they have a long car ride to go.

Phil has anxiety. Not diagnosed, no, and he’s well aware that this is just basic run-of-the-mill anxiety, but he still feels like crawling into a ball and never coming out. He hates any sort of public appearance he has to make. It involves too much dressing up, too much pretending to care. At least he has the excuse of needing to talk to the King to dip out of the “fun” time, and there’s also the plus of his two most favorite people (three? Does the baby count?) being there. He’s been forced to wear a navy blue three-piece suit (“Isn’t this a bit too fancy? I mean, it’s about Martyn and Cornelia, not me.” He’d attempted to argue, but Julia had just shushed him and reminded him the Lord needs to be the second-best dressed.) “Julia?” He asks, and she emerges from his bathroom with cufflinks and a tie. “Can you roll up my sleeves?” He asks sheepishly, earning a laugh from her. “Oh my fucking God,” she laughs. “You’re so incompetent, how did you get born into a job that requires competency?” But she obliges, despite her bullying, and rolls Phil’s sleeves up. She places the cufflinks in and pats his shaking hands. “Hey, it’s like you said, this is about the future king, not you. You’re still allowed to fall into the background, okay?” She assures him. “If you need help or if you start panicking, just come to me; I’ll be at the desserts table or I’ll be floating around offering drinks.” He pulls her into a weak hug and lets a tear fall down his face. “I don’t want to do this. You know how much I hate this,” He tells her. “I know, honey, but Daniel and Isabella will be there. You can talk to your father with them, you know? They might even announce the pregnancy here.” He lets out a half-hearted laugh and begins to tie his tie around his neck. “They’ve never been the type of people to have announcements. They’ll probably just slip the baby into conversation casually.” He explains. “Dan thinks that announcements are only for the people that you love.” “I’ll never get used to you calling them Dan and Izzy.” She laughs, but her eyes look a little sad. “If you move to Steeple with them, promise me you won’t forget about me?” She asks him. “Of course not, I’m taking you with me.” He says with certainty. “They wouldn’t let you.” “You underestimate how much I have that boy wrapped around my finger.” He points out and straightens his tie. “Okay, boy, now go out there and ‘woo’ your partners.” He pulls her into a hug. “And if anything happens,” she winks exaggeratedly, “you’ll tell me about it, right?” He blushes, but nods.

Izzy, for the first time since she got the two lines on the stick, wants to drink. She didn’t anticipate how it would feel to be sober around politicians of bigger countries. “If I get approached by one more member of the Intora advisory asking if I want to talk about ‘recent events’ I’ll fling my body into the chandelier and then the sun.” She threatens into Dan’s ear, and he nods. “Fucking go for it.” He’s holding a glass of water, he doesn’t want to drink if Izzy can’t drink, “I want to murder the Arch Duke Kieran. He asked if I would like to ‘confirm the rumors’. Like, damn, bitch, which rumors? There’s too many involving me.” He leans over and pecks her lips, earning her to groan. “I just put on my lipstick,” She said, and Dan pouts. “You have lipstick on you.” “Oh? Do I look good?” He winks at her, and she raises her middle finger to him under the table. “God, most of these couples are too fake.” He points out. “How many of them were arranged marriages?” “We were arranged,” She points out, and he waves his hand. “Yea but we were arranged because our mums saw us and were like, ‘ooh they want to get down’ and then decided to set us up.” He fires back. “We weren’t really engaged until I proposed, so it’s not like it was completely forced on us. It was more like a ‘suggested marriage’ and not an arranged marriage.” “You’re not wrong.” She agrees. At the moment, how fucking convenient, a maid comes up and offers them both champagne. Isabella is sure that they terrified her by their in-sync groans of frustration and then equally in-sync exclamations of, “God, no.” “We really live up to the Etithoian stereotype.” Izzy points out. “One, no we don’t, neither of us have killed anyone, and two, you’re Menian, not Etithoian.” He says the last part with sass as if to say that he’s the more official Etithoian. “Well, I just meant because we show our love through being assholes.” She pointed out. “We also cuss way too much for any other royal party.” “Are you sure? Because I’ve heard Phil speak and the boy has a mouth.” Dan points out. “Speak of the devil,” He gestures to wear Phil is making his way towards them. Every other royal party has decided to dress to the Heavens. But Phil is something else, he’s dressed for Jesus Himself and suddenly Dan feels as if his black slacks are a little too tight for him. Phil is beautiful, that’s the only way to describe it. His (dyed) black hair is pushed back into a neatly-styled quiff and his thick-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose and framing his bright blue eyes. Dan distinctly recognizes that Phil has applied minimal makeup and he wants to compliment every inch of him. His navy-blue suit is ironed to a crisp and dear God, would it be wrong for Dan to drag Phil to bed right this instant? Isabella speaks what they’re both thinking, “Holy fuck, how did we ever get this lucky?” And Dan just shakes his head in disbelief. Them getting together was completely accidental but fuck if that wasn’t the best accident they’d ever made, because now Dan has two of the prettiest people ever by his side. “Hi,” Phil says sheepishly. “You look,” Dan takes a breath, “fucking amazing.” “Beautiful,” Isabella supplies. “Angelic, even.” Phil blushes and looks down at his shoes, “Thanks, I didn’t want to wear all of this but Julia forced me to.” “Julia?” Dan asks and tilts his head to the side. “Oh! Julia, she’s my new personal maid. She’s super nice, but she told me I’d look great like this so I just sort of went with it.” “Well, we’re glad you did.” Isabella says happily, and she puts her hand on her stomach, rubbing circles onto her baby bump. “Laurie’s moving.” She tells them. “You can sort of feel it if you put your hand,” she takes Phil’s hand and puts it over her bellybutton, “right here.” Phil makes a face of surprise and then breaks into a smile, “Oh my God,” he says happily. “You can feel her moving around. It’s so weird but so cool. Dan, come here.” Dan humors Phil and places his hand where Phil’s was before and feels a little bump under his hand. “What was that? Is the baby kicking or is it just moving?” He asks, confused. Isabella shrugs. “I don’t know, this is the first time I’ve been able to feel it from outside of my stomach. Most of the time where she moves it’s just like a sinking feeling.” She explains, and a butler comes up to offer them all drinks, and they all decline, albeit, politer this time. Phil takes a sip of Dan’s water, earning a shove from Dan. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.” He sympathizes. “But in, what, seven months we’ll have a little one.” “We have to get married soon,” Dan says. “Unless you want to live at our palace while were engaged? I’m just thinking about making sure wedding dresses fit,” he shoots a look at Isabella’s belly, “and making sure the baby will get to see their papa. I read somewhere—” “Jesus Christ, you read everything somewhere.” Izzy mutters, and Dan ignores her. “—That the baby recognizes the voices it heard while in the womb. They’ll know who you are from your voice, but in order to keep that recognition they have to be exposed to your voice often.” “I think we need to get engaged before we can really plan our wedding,” Phil supplies, and he goes through his phone while they begin to chat about useless and meaningless things. They talk about their day, how much they’ve all missed each other, and names for the baby (although Isabella is dead set on Laurie). Another royal, Dan distinctly recognizes him as an Arch Duke of something, interrupts their conversation. “Princess Isabella, I heard that you’re not drinking alcohol.” He states slyly, and Dan resists the urge to deck him. The way he states it is so slimy as if the confirmation that she’s pregnant is something bad. “Oh, yea. Doctor Yuu said that I could drink some without harming the baby this early on, but I don’t want to risk it.” She says simply and continues to type something into her phone. “Baby?” He asks, still as slimy as ever. “Yea, baby. Didn’t you know that we’re expecting?” She says simply. “Aren’t you a little young to be having kids? I mean,” Dan can tell he’s about to say something shitty, “Lord Philip is nearly thirty-one and isn’t even in a relationship.” “Actually,” Phil says, which startles Dan a bit. “I am, in fact, in a relationship. With two of the best people I know.” “Two?” The ruler asks in such an annoying voice that Dan wants to rip his own ears off. “Who are these people? Is it going to end in an engagement?” “You’re speaking to both of them,” Dan supplies simply, and the Slimy Son-of-a-Bitch looks uncomfortable and recoils slightly at Dan’s harsh tone. “Oh. An Etithoian. I always expected better from the Intoran Lord.” He says with exaggerated disgust. Dan ignores the statement and looks over Isabella’s shoulder to see what she’s typing into her phone. In the notes app, she’s written, “I’m gonna break that son of a bitch’s fuckin face,” and Dan stifles a laugh. “What’s so funny, Prince Daniel?” The ruler asks with fake sincerity. “My wife is hilarious, is all.” He supplies, and kisses her cheek lovingly. She gives him a look, but plays along with the affection. They’ve never been huge on PDA, if they show affection they do it for each other and not to show off, but Dan really hates this man, so she plays along with it. “Philly, come look at what Izzy’s written.” Phil leans his head over Dan’s shoulder and Isabella quickly writes in her notes app, “just play along with the PDA babe.” “That’s hilarious Izzy,” He gives her a peck on the cheek, too. It feels a bit uncomfortable, and he’s sure someone got a picture and will post that in a tabloid tomorrow morning, but he hates the man who just waltzed over so he’ll out himself to spite him. It’s not like it’ll be a shock to anyone, anyways. They’re interrupted by the King making a toast to the crown prince and his fiancé. He tells the story about how they met, though it’s common knowledge between the three royals. Martyn had been a regular at a coffee shop that Cornelia worked at and eventually, he asked her out after she had accused him of only visiting on Tuesdays so that he could see her. Of course, the rest is history: they fell in love and eventually, Cornelia (what a twist) proposed to Martyn, and Martyn had said yes. Phil isn’t sure whether or not he imagines the sideways glance that his father gives him, but then he remembers that he’s still practically cuddling with Dan and Izzy, and quickly moves away as if he’s been burnt. Dan gives him a puzzled look but doesn’t question it too much. The rest of the night goes by without too much of a hitch; they wish Martyn and Cornelia a good engagement and marriage and they both thank them back and take seats at the table. “So,” Martyn begins. “These are the people my baby brother is absolutely enamored with.” Phil nearly chokes on Dan’s water at that statement, but he finishes the glass instead. “Oh, Daniel, I finished your water, I’ll go get you more.” And before anyone can argue, he’s up and gone from the table. Dan wants to die, he’s mortified. The only times he’s met Martyn were when he was little and Martyn was forced to babysit him and Phil. God, he hopes Martyn doesn’t remember what embarrassing children they all were. “He really likes you,” Martyn states, “both of you.” They manage a nervous nod, and Dan grasps Izzy’s hand in his own under the table. “I know about the baby,” Martyn says simply. “News spreads fast no matter now secretive on can try to be. Phil is scared about being a father, and you might not see it, but he’s anxious that this child won’t like him.” “Laurie will like him,” Izzy states simply. “He doesn’t know that.” Martyn says. “What I’m telling you is to be gentle on him, okay? He wants whatever you guys have to stay good, and I don’t want you to be angry with him over something he can’t help. I’ve seen you all grow up and I know how close you’ve all grown, okay? Don’t break that.” Then he leans back in his chair, and the mood lightens as Phil sits down again. “So, what’s the name list for the future heir?” “Laurie,” Isabella says. “And Anna, David, James, and Jordan,” Dan says quickly. “Isabella is just caught up on the name Laura, and she certain that the baby is a girl.” “The baby is a girl.” Isabella shoots back. “I never said it wasn’t, dear,” Dan points out. Cornelia laughs. “You’re both so young for kids, though. Are you ready?” “We’ve been married for seven years,” Dan points out. “I think we’re pretty ready for kids.” “We’re going on eight years in March,” Isabella says, and Dan looks at her lovingly. “That’s so long, you both were married young,” Cornelia says. “Was it a betrothal?” “Well, er,” Dan makes a face, “Sort of? Not really, no.” Cornelia doesn’t look like she’s buying it. “So you just decided to get married at eighteen?” “Well, I was nineteen.” Isabella provides unhelpfully. “We’d been best friends since we were little, and our mums knew how much we loved each other so they sort of, um, suggested it. It wasn’t a forced marriage, it was a suggested marriage.” He explains. “I’m glad they talked us into it, though, she’s my best friend, besides Phil.” “I like that I’m an afterthought,” Phil says, and Dan sticks his tongue out in retaliation. “Listen, old man, can’t I admire Isabella for a second without you getting all jealous? You know I love you, too.” Dan snarks back. “How did all three of you meet?” Cornelia asks, and all of these questions are starting to make Dan really crave a drink. Phil answers this one, “We had grown up together.” He says simply. “No, but like, all three of you. You obviously have a strong bond but how did you figure out all three of you liked each other?” She asks. “Honest answer or sugar coated?” Dan asks, and he takes a drink of the water cup Phil has brought them. “Honest.” She says. “Martyn, you’re not allowed to ever use this information against Philip. I forbid it.” She tells him, and he rolls his eyes. “We um, er, threesomes,” Dan said, but it came out like a question. Cornelia laughs, “Oh my God, threesome? You just all had sex one day and figured out you liked each other? That’s hilarious, I thought that the Etithoian stereotype was fake but apparently it’s not.” “No, it’s real,” Dan assures her. The five spend the rest of the night talking, and eventually, Martyn and Cornelia move on to other tables and they continue to chat and hang onto each other’s every word.

It isn’t until people begin to drunkenly be escorted out of the party that the King of Intora approaches them with a smile and kind eyes. “Hello, Prince Daniel,” He greets and Dan stands up to bow. “Princess Isabella,” she also stands to the King and curtsies, “Son,” Phil waves. “Hi, dad.” The King pulls up a chair and sits across from them. “Did you have a good time at the party?” They all nod. “I think they’re a lovely couple, truly.” “Of course, Sir. They’re truly meant to be.” Dan says. “Oh, please, Daniel,” The King says and Dan stiffens. “We’re equals, aren’t we? Different titles, yes, but you and I are both rulers.” Dan relaxes. “I’m sorry…” “Nigel,” He supplies. “I’m sorry, Nigel.” Dan apologizes. “So,” the King… Nigel, says, “What’s with this baby I hear about?” Isabella takes the answer. “Daniel and I are expecting a baby.” She says sweetly. “Congratulations! When’s your due date?” Nigel asks. “Sometime in July,” She says, “We’re hoping it’s a girl.” “You’re hoping it’s a girl,” Dan corrects. “I’m happy with whatever our baby is.” “And is the wedding happening before or after the baby is born?” Nigel asks. “I’m sorry, what?” Daniel asks. “Oh, did I misread the situation? I was certain that the three of you were planning a wedding.” Nigel sounds disappointed, and Phil speaks up. “You didn’t misread the situation, Dan’s just stupid,” Phil assures his father, and his father smiles at him. “Oh, son, you have no idea how happy I am for you.” Nigel says, and he tears up a bit. “I’m sure your mother is proud of you, too. Kath always wanted you to find love; she always thought that it would take a while, but it would happen.” “Mum…” Phil feels his throat close up a bit. “Mum would be proud of Martyn, too, right? She would’ve been proud of both of us.” “She would’ve, don’t worry.” His father comforts him. “Now, when is the wedding? Before the birth? After? He will be marrying into the Howell royal family, correct?” “I mean it’s up to—” Dan begins, but Nigel cuts him off. “Daniel. King to King, tell me to my face that it would be even remotely possible for you to marry into the Lester family without combining our kingdoms.” Nigel then sighs, dramatically. “I do refuse to join our countries, Daniel. As much as our trading has always been excellent, we aren’t even allies. One step at a time to breaking the stigma of our countries, correct?” “The stigma around Etithoia is true,” Dan states simply. “There isn’t one good thing about it, if I’m being quite honest.” “But that’s why you’re there. You’re meant to fix it.” Nigel says, and then stands. “You’re a young ruler, Daniel. You’ve got room to grow, and thus far your life has been laid out on a page for you. I’ll allow you all to think about the details of the wedding, the only thing I ask is that it not take the attention away from Martyn and Cornelia. Phil never did like the spotlight.” With that, the King exits and all three of them relax in their chairs. “Bullet fucking dodged.” Dan breathes out. “Come on, I think it’s bedtime,” Phil says, standing up and brushing off his slightly crumpled suit. Isabella is grateful Dan made them pack an overnight bag just in case they didn’t want to drive home so late. “Dan and I have overnight bags in the car, and we’ll need to give our chauffeur permission to leave,” she says, “but then we’ll meet you upstairs, okay?” Phil nods and kisses them both before the split ways.

When Dan and Izzy come to Phil’s room hand-in-hand, he’s already changed into a nightshirt and his pants and is in bed scrolling through things on his phone. Dan and Izzy both change into their night clothing and brush their teeth and faces before crawling into bed with Phil. Phil turns off the lights and crawls back into bed with them, giving Dan a kiss on the lips. Dan manages to deepen the kiss and nibble on his lower lip, eliciting a moan from Phil. Phil lets his mouth open into the kiss, and Dan takes the opportunity to explore his mouth with his tongue. Phil’s certain that boy men wouldn’t be against going further, but Isabella says, “Boys!” and they break apart quickly and hold Izzy instead. In the darkness, Phil swears to God that he sees something move past the window, but he’s too tired to think it’s anything other than a light shining in through the window causing a shadow. So instead of mentioning it, he lets himself be lulled to sleep, thinking of the people he’s sleeping next to.

#phan #phandom #phanfiction #phanfic #phan au

[yakumtsaki]

There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna come right out with it: welcome to the most morbid post in Union history. Half the family is getting wiped out in a single update and I don’t mean to point fingers, but it’s 100% Wyatt’s fault. I really need someone to blame so don’t dare try to take this away from me.

Back to the present and not the corpse-filled near future, we actually have some money to spend on our spawn for the first time ever, so Shajar gets a non-completely-depressing room. No more eating from the cat bowl for our kids!

..spoke too soon.

-Is it still there, is it still there??

-YES omg it just looked right at me! Vic! I’m scared!

-Don’t make eye contact with it you fool! Don’t you have any idea about how children work??

After not getting promoted for an eon, Jojo is suddenly killing it, two promotions in a row!

-I know, I was starting to fear I’d be one of those geniuses who are only recognized after death- UGH, what is that obnoxious sound?

That’s your infant child screaming because it was abandoned on the cold hard floor the entire night.

-Oh ok, so standard parenting. For a minute I thought something was wrong.

-There, there, you’re alright. Ok.. OK seriously, stop. God, have some dignity for once in your 12-hour life. Crying in public is so embarrassing.

-NEEEEEEO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Yup. I’ve been so focused on feeding Victor and Alegra’s ancient asses from the bowl of life that I forgot Neo was an elder too, so he’s the first to go even though he’s way younger than them, great job @ me. Goodbye Neo 💔 You were such a good boy, our cat heir, and an integral part in achieving Komei’s life-ruining LTW. You will be sorely missed.

..Apparently by your archenemy Victor most of all. Vicky casually walked off the lot the minute Neo died with no notifications about running away, only to return on his own shortly after. Wtf is going on in this house.

-I had to contemplate the futility of hate.. All this time wasted trying to kill each other and for what.. It's a sunrise and a sunset from a cradle to a casket.

Yea or this lot is already glitched as fuck and it’s only generation 2. Good times.

I was very bummed out by Neo’s premature demise and not in the mood for another kid, but one peek at Jojo and Wyatt’s life bars convinced me to drop the mourning period and circle-of-life this bitch. They are extremely not getting any younger and who tf do I think I am? Someone who knows better than Mufasa?However since a) Jojo is nowhere near his 100k LTW and can’t be taking days off and b) and more importantly, I hate Wyatt, guess who’s carrying this time around!

OH COME ON

GODFUCKINGDAMMIT WYATT

-Huhu!

How the hell did this happen I DEMAND TO KNOW

-Check how your mods work in le futur, idiόt!

..well you got me there.

Jo you are ON FIRE, 3/3! Maybe we can actually complete this 100k bullshit before you’re on death’s doorstep. It’s gonna be close tho, but you know, you just HAD to get knocked up again, so that’s on you.

-No, it’s on YOU.

No, it’s ON WYATT. Let’s just not point fingers and move on, ok? Everyone is equally to blame.

-NO THEY’RE NOT

I’VE MOVED ON I CAN’T HEAR YOU

And now a section I like to call: What the entire fuck is happening. VICTORIA WHAT ARE YOU DOING

-What?? I love babies :)

I legit went back and checked, can you guess how many times Victoria autonomously interacted with any of her kids when they were babies/toddlers? If you had EXACTLY ONE TIME you win..nothing. There are no winners here.

Oh. my. god. 

-Stop hogging her already, I wanna feed her too!

-WELL WAIT YOUR TURN DICK. No, not you, baby bobo booboo.. 

We’ve had our fair share of plot twists around here but this is truly some fucked up shit. In case you don’t get what the big deal is, enjoy this little trip down memory lane aka the Victoria-Komei-parenting-hall-of-fame. Either the ‘age mellows people out’ thing applies to sims too or they got personality transplants when I wasn’t looking. Disturbing.

Of course SOME THINGS never change, no matter how life-ruining for all involved.

-Is this about my LTW, STILL? It’s been like 20 years, GET OVER IT

NEVER

Whachu doing Vic?

-Updating my will to include Komei now that I suddenly love him. Of course someone has to get cut to make that happen..

Well goodbye Daniel I guess!

-..Who the fuck is Daniel?

-I too am making preparations for when I leave this cruel world.

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume they’re cat-related.

-NO, not everything is about cats! I have plenty of other interests and concerns. 

Name one.

-My beloved son! I’m making sure he takes care of my cats.

Finally, this family’s excellence is starting to be recognized. It’s about time.

-Yea no, this is a recognition that you trainwrecks need all the help you can get.

UGH typical jealous hater bullshit, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.

Ok, I’ve some idea what you’re talking about. Honestly what else has to happen for me to just. stop fucking throwing kid’s birthday parties? I’m pretty sure we’ve had..one that wasn’t a straight up disaster? God knows those glory days aren’t returning any time soon.

-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m having a blast :D

Of course you are Gunther, you haven’t been sober since the third year of college.

AND SOME PEOPLE ARE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THAT. ABSOLUTELY NOT. HALF ALIEN PROF ISTFG

-I’m legit fine with this :)

I legit don’t care, it’s not happening in our sacred home. Also BRIT IS RIGHT THERE JFC you’ve gotten stupid as shit.

You guys seriously, what sins am I paying for, why can’t we have ONE NORMAL NON-INCESTUOUS PARTY. JUST ONE. Daniel heartfarting over his ex, ok, not that weird. Komei heartfarting over his daughter-in-law..getting weird. Gunther heartfarting over Half Alien Prof..reaching for the chlorine to bleach my eyes and then immediately drink.

Nice, get in on that action Wyatt! We almost forgot about your long standing boner for your brother-in-law.

Happy birthday, Shajar! You’re welcome for this amazing party, pay me back by not being ugly.

..yea ok. You did your best with the tools you were given. And I mean the literal giant tools that are your parents. Hopefully Wyatt came through with his somewhat balanced personality???

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MAN. 10 playful, 9 active and 1 nice? Literally sporting Jigsaw’s personality. I mean darling Jojo has 3 nice points and is..how he is, can’t even imagine what Shajar is gonna grow up to be like, but it’s good to know we’re moving in the exact opposite direction than intended.

-Enjoyed your kid’s birthday party, you cheating bastard? WELL PARTY’S OVER

-I may be a cheating bâtard-

-SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR SELECTIVE FRENCH ACCENT

AW Neo’s ghost making its first appearance and trying to kill Wyatt, what a sweetheart. Welcome to the party!

It was one for the history books! 

-How on earth did this party suck, I had an exceptional time.

Yea that’s because you weren’t there, it’s easy to have an exceptional time away from this family. Of course I have never personally experienced it but the mind does race.

-AH at last, my article is published! Oh, editor’s pick too, ha, of course. No, wait, editor’s warning.. As requested by the legal department? Drama queens. “Horrifying views expressed.. Widely discredited.. Not endorsed in any way by this publication.. DERIVATIVE??!!” Well, I know what I’m doing this weekend.

Is it.. rewriting your article?

-Oh, I’ll rewrite it alright. IN BLOOD

Great. Speaking of blood-

-Victor’s thirst for it is back with a vengeance. We went an entire 4 days without a cat fight and I was all like ‘woo new record’ but one thing has become clear since then:

Victor didn’t go away to contemplate shit. He was waiting..plotting..training..and now the time has come for Victor 2: Reign of Blood.

-WHERE’S YOUR GOD NOW??

Seems about right. Honestly Sophie is the wisest one among us because she got tfo just in time to miss THIS:

Yea, unsurprisingly fucking Damien here is one vicious screamer. WHAT DO YOU WANT

-YOUR SOULS

Good luck finding any in this house.

-Who’s my cute little spawn of satan? Who is? Come to grandma baby.

-ONE SMALL STEP FOR ME, ONE GIANT LEAP TOWARDS THE ANNIHILATION OF MANKIND

Wyatt continues to do nothing of use all day and is not even getting promoted anymore due to his tragic lack of skill points. Somehow that led me to deciding he should be the one to get the genie wishes, I honestly dk wtf my problem is.

-Greetings, mortal etc etc. I’m gonna skip over the intro, you know the deal with the dealio, 3 wishes, let’s hit it.

-I was expectànt more of an Aladdin flair but c’est bien I guess..

-DON’T DARE MENTION THAT MOVIE TO ME YOU FRENCH ASSHOLE

-Um, oui, your désir c’est my command..Huhu! 

-Is one of your wishes the return of your brain, because you should throw that in there.

-Non, non. C’est but one wish in mon coeur, Genié. To nevér, evér have to interact with my bébés but still have beaucoup of them.. In case you can’t tell, I am sim de famille!

-Ugh yea, that much is obvious.

-Well, your wish is granted, mortal! Let me just flick your nose as hard as I can and we’re done here..

-Pourquoi?

-Oh no reason, just for my own pleasure. Buh-bye!

-And with that, he turned into la fumée, mon cheri! Incrediblé!

-I hate my life.

That makes two of us. As in I hate your life too, my life is pretty good.

KOMEI DO YOU MIND WITH YOUR DANGEROUS CURVES, Jojo has a grueling skilling schedule to keep up with.

-So this is it. Rock bottom. 

I mean, you wanted to be heir boo, you got it. It’s a dirty job.

Finally one of the Mortal Kombat cats lives up to its name! GET FUCKED VICTOR

-K.O

Well, we all saw that coming. Victor seriously, you’re like 50yo, don’t do this.

-I’m outta here for the fourth time bitches, and this time I’m not coming back! No man is an island but this cat is.

Ok, see you soon.

Wyatt’s wish is definitely coming true, he has not touched Shajar a single time yet, autonomously or otherwise! What a guy.

-I HAVE NO USE FOR EARTHLY FATHERS, THE ONE I NEED AWAITS US ALL IN HELL

It’s gonna be a long fucking generation.

-WYATT. WYATT YOU DAMN MORON WAKE UP

-Ugh Jojό, I told you, my magique protects me from all bébé interactiόn.

-DOES IT PROTECT YOUR TORSO FROM MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS

It’s a girl! I’m like why stray from a proven formula, so I name her Cyneswith after another Crusader Kings character, who did not exist irl like Shajar but was still a fire emoji empress of Britannia. Welcome to the shitshow Cyneswith! No offense, it was great to meet you, but we have some important shit to do so..have fun on the floor?

FUCKING FINALLY. It’s promotions only from now on boo! 

..Which is more than I can say for some people. Wyatt seriously, can you move your useless ass up the ladder already so we can avoid having this freak in our house EVERY SINGLE DAY.

-The boy’s just following his heart ;)

Half Alien Prof you are by far the biggest pervert I’ve ever had in this game and Jojo spent his entire teenagehood trying to start a bdsm relationship with Stephen Tinker.

Well, Victor predictably died off lot, which is so on brand for him I’m not even mad. An insufferable dick to the very end, he lived to eat and to start fights with every animal he ever came in contact with. He only ever really loved Victoria. I’m gonna miss him so much.

Victor may have died, but that’s not going to stop the police department from trying to return him to us. Just remember that that place is under Wyatt’s supervision and it all makes sense.

Can hardly wait, Professional Make-Up Cop.

-I want to play a game, Alegra.

Man is someone gunning to be put up for adoption!

-Papa’s birthday présent to you, Shajar, is us finally meeting! Breathe it in, mon favori, I’ll be seeing you again on your next anniversaire!

-Wyatt I swear to fucking god, I will stab you.

Can we get this going please, I’m in NO MOOD.

Not bad at all! A pretty even mix of Wyatt/Jojo and I see you def did not get the Komei jaw, which is pretty much angels singing.

-Angels singing makes my eyes roll in the back of my skull. 

You make my eyes roll in the back of my skull.

-What?

What. I didn’t say anything. Love you Shaj!

-One more for the road babe? After 50 years?

Yea. Just pretend everything that follows has a broken heart emoji before and after each word.

I dress Vic up and have her wait for Death in the living room like a lady, none of those ‘dying in the bathroom in my underwear’ deaths, befitting people like Wyatt. However ideal the circumstances as far as death goes, my heart still broke in more pieces than cats Komei has petted.

-VICTORIA UNION

-Marisa? Is that you?

-NO, IT’S-wow cool armchair, where did you get-no, sorry, you’re dying and all, let me start over..

-VICTORIA UNION, YOUR TIME HAS COME. I’M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR WRETCHED SOUL

-What? My soul is not wretched jerkoff, the fuck you talking about?

-THAT’S JUST A THING WE SAY BECAUSE IT SOUNDS COOL, PLEASE DON’T RUIN IT

-HERE’S YOUR COMPLIMENTARY VIRGIN MARGARITA

-Virgin??? Oh god, I’m going to hell aren’t I?

-YOU WERE, BUT YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER MADE SOME CALLS ON YOUR BEHALF. WELCOME TO HEAVEN

-Yes, I can taste the alcohol in this! GOING GONE, BITCHES. LATES

The stacks of simoleons DID NOT EASE MY PAIN. I do love that Daniel got the most final version of ‘and none for Gretchen Weiners, bye’ possible.

Jojo is fucking devastated and immediately rolls the want to resurrect Vic. It’s bummy af, I’m not even gonna go for the obvious oedipal jokes, he was just crying for days and days and days..

Komei, on the other hand, WAS NOT.

-Eh, I’ll be seeing her soon enough, why waste the tears.

Now that I think about it Komei has never cried about any of the cats either, I think he’s just the type of person who deals with grief by suppressing it. Whatever works.

Jojo and Wyatt are always having these fashion talks whenever they’re eating which are hilarious because I can see Wyatt being into it, I mean he’s french, but in what world is fucking nerd Jojo interested in clothing. Not even that can cheer him up now 💔

Fucking Florence, bringer of doom, returns Sophie to us and the moment she does:

Tell me how am supposed to live without you, now that I've been loving you so long, how am I supposed to live without you, how am I supposed to carry on, when all that I've been living for.. is gone 💔

FUCK YOU FLORENCE

Jfc the blows just won’t stop coming. LEAVE US ALONE WE’RE IN MOURNING

Time for Cyneswith’s depressing ass birthday which I can’t give less of a fuck about, and apparently neither can Wyatt but then again he wouldn’t even if we weren’t ~back to black.

Loving the hairstyle but it does look ridic on a toddler. Good for you for committing to your british aristocracy character tho, very Downton Abbey.

Well the Komei jaw always knocks twice and apparently we let it in this time. Are you beautiful on the inside Cyneswith?

OH. MY. FUCK. BYE. CYNESWITH YOU FUCKING FREAK

-Huhu! 

NO SHE GOT THE HUHU. GOD HELP US

Cyneswith dramatically enters the toddler stage by immediately going into aspiration failure.. You can all guess where this is going.

-KOMEI UNION YOUR TIME HAS COME. I’M HERE TO COLLECT YOUR-

-Yea yea whatever, are my cats waiting for me? If you say no I will literally kill myself.

-I DON’T THINK YOU’RE GRASPING THE CORE CONCEPT OF DEATH, BUT YES THEY ARE WAITING.

-I’M OUT. TELL THE WOLF I LOVED HIM

KOMEI 💔 I’m sorry but we will not be delivering that message.

Apparently Jojo and Komei legit bonded at some point?? I was expecting like a half-hearted sigh but instead we got sobbing-

-and this sum that does not imply ‘least favorite kid’ AT ALL.

Well you know how the old saying goes: nothing will ever replace your parents but a helicopter will come close. 

Also in mourning: this breakdancer npc that randomly appeared on our lot and stayed stuck there for 2 days before I finally batboxed her into oblivion. This lot is fuuuucked y’all.

And generation 1 is officially over. Rest in peace Komei and Victoria, legacy founders, horrible spouses and somehow even worse parents. You stuck it out and were fun to play till the very end. I’ll really miss you guys 💔

#ts2 #gen 2